In our yard, we had a dog on wheels.

Its fur was almost gone, it was so worn

I sat upon its musty back l,my steed.

I thought that he looked sad, he looked forlorn

In that house my grandma lived and died

My father was a child it was his dog

Rich as grass in meadows was its fur.

The rusty wheels were bright and pierced the fog

I see the yard the coal shed and the lav.

The green back gate my grandad coming in

The shed where bikes were piled up in a rush.

The cat jumped so fast on the ash bin

Dad went off then grandad went off too.

I see them coming home from church in polished shoes.

too.